Untold Script

CHAPTER 5 CRASHING

My brains are racking as he stared at me for a moment then looked back at the papers that I handed to him. This is the agony of waiting for his answer, wow, talk about rude though or maybe he just wants it to be perfect. No flaws and mistakes. I stared at the window of this restaurant. The ambiance here is great and the weather's nice. But then suddenly, Truly, Madly, Deeply by One Direction is playing in the background. I looked at him wondering if he noticed it too only to find out he's staring at me again. I smiled weakly and excused myself for a moment but as I passed by him he grabbed my hand and hugged me by the waist.

"C-carl..." He shook his head. Tough job is it not? I sighed and patted his head with my head lifted up so my tears won't fall. It's been years and yet the memories remain the same and no matter how hard I forget, I just can't. We're supposed to be the one getting married but then look at us now. I slowly removed his hands but then he looked at me straight in the eyes and my tears rolled down my cheeks. I smiled at him and immediately went to the comfort room.

I pulled down a few plies of tissue and dabbed it gently on my eyes and cheeks. It's just light makeup because I'm really not a fan of makeups but it stings if it enters my eyes especially now that I started crying. Three knocks on the door, I'm sure it's him.

"Dani? Are you okay?" He asked and I sighed deeply. That is such an insensitive question but I won't blame it on him after all he's not the one who's still stuck and can't let go. He's not the one who can't move on. It was me. I stared at the mirror seeing my reflection and then my tears started falling again but I smiled at myself. At least I tried.

"Lunatic, aren't you?" I asked at the reflection. One moment I'm crying and then now, I'm smiling. I fell too deep, too hard, and I don't even know how to get back up again. Too much for first love and all those years during college but I'm not regretting anything at all. I guess it's just that part where he lets me go and I easily accepted it even if that was the opposite of what I wanted.

"But will things change even if I did not say yes that time? Will we still be together now?" Questions I asked to the reflection on the mirror which made me finally remove my tears, again. I opened the door of the comfort room and saw him leaning on the wall in front of me.

"Sorry." And he bowed his head down as he unintentionally scratches his nape. I hugged him like it was the right thing to do. I hugged him tightly.

"I never blamed you for those things." He finally hugged me back and tightly at that. As if he doesn't want to let go anymore. I chuckled and he finally let go of our hug. Still, I smiled as I looked at him.

"Should we go back to work now?"

"But how about you?"

"I'm okay. I'm fine. I will be." I answered almost immediately that I ended up looking away. But then I felt his hand pressing mine gently.

We got back to our table and noticed that our desserts were served already. Blueberry cheesecake and a caramel frappe were on my side. I looked at him and he looked back.

"I took the initiative to order something for you before you arrived here a while ago."

"And you still remember my favorites." He nodded and smiled as he went back to checking the papers that I gave him. Too much drama just a moment ago but it's a good thing it was swept off easily. I don't want it to hinder my work with him and I doubt he does as well.

I continuously ate my cake while he reads the papers. He's always preoccupied with papers. I'm almost done with my food and he's still reading. Is he always like this, serious in this kind of stuff? I chuckled as I notice his eyebrows furrowing.

"Why?"

"Nothing. You know you could ask me out if there are some things there you don't understand though I doubt if there is ever one. You tend to know everything." I stared at the window again and sip my frappe.

"I'm almost done with these. It's really detailed and everything's specified."

"Do eat after you finish reading the last piece of paper then." I smiled while still admiring the view from the window.

"Would you mind sending me a prototype of your offer?" He asked.

"When?" I looked at him.

"Friday?"

"Friday's good."

"Then Friday it is." He asked for the waiter for some drinks after saying those words with a smile then looked back at me asking if I need anything else. I just shook my head in reply.

"Carl."

"Yes?"

"An integrated marketing communication for a hotel and a restaurant will be tough what if it will not gain your project's target market?"

"That's why I hired you, Dani."

"And if I can't reach that quota?"

"Doubting your skills now, lady?"

"Stop fluttering me with words Carl. I'm just viewing it on the other side of the table just in case something went wrong. What will be your plan B then?"

"Plan B's probably hiring you full time in my company to make sure you won't fail. I could give you all the resources that you need."

"Tempting me?"

"Probably."

"What makes you think I'll fall for that?"

"Because you're small and a midget."

"CARL!" Irked by what he said, I slammed my palm on the table as he watched me with suppressed laughter. God, this minion!

"Hahaha! Cute."

"Stop it. It's not funny."

"But you're small. You're still small."

"Want me to punch you with my blue pumps?"

"I'm just kidding Dani." But he's still chuckling from my reaction. This guy, seriously? He cleared his throat and smiled as I stared at him waiting for his laughter to subside.

"So how about it?"

"Your parents will know. They always do. I don't even know why you chose me anyway while knowing the fact that your parents will interfere." I scoffed followed by a burst of sarcastic laughter. The thought of it. Really.

"It's been years Dani."

"And you're still under their care, I assume. Not that it's bad or I have anything against them." Even a deep sigh and shaking head were not enough as a follow up from all the words that got out of my mouth.

"What is it?"

"When you oppose them something bad happens. Like what happened to us before." I smiled weakly as I remember those memories.

"But you love them and they love you so there's never been a choice for you." He looked away knowing that what I said was the truth.

"I'm sorry."

"I told you, don't be. I've always understood your situation from the start and I'm still not in the position capable of doing something for you." With hope, I replied to him. I guess right now I still am hoping to have the guts to fight for my love before it's too late that you'll disappear again from my sight.

 "And we're really weird, don't you think? Our topics jump from happy to sad. Well anyway since you're done reading my proposal, how about taking a break and meet again on Friday for the prototype of my IMC plan?" I smiled and then he nodded as he handed me the documents but I did not take it back. A signal for he can have it because I have a copy of my own. I took my bag with me as he asked the waiter for the bill. Maybe next time I'll pay the bill beforehand. He kept paying the bills in our meetings.

We headed out of the restaurant and walked our separate ways to our own cars. As I approached mine, I hurriedly opened the door of the driver's seat and slammed it shut as soon as I got in.

Finally, I finally had my own personal space to cry, and cry, and cry as the memories of our previous relationship came rushing into my head.